Here's one to fight the post-Easter blues with: our regular Reds vs Blues match will take place on the last Sunday of the month. Note that for the people with an interest in vulgar ball, the Liverpool vs Chelsea match will kick off in the support slot starting at 2:05 PM the same day. If you do want to watch that, I'd strongly suggest to gather in The Floirin (next door to the entrance of Whittington Park) and sip on a Diet Coke. Stevie's tears are optional.

Our next international friendly has been confirmed for the following Sunday. This will be played on real grass, at the home of football. Don't sign up yet, I'll start a new thread with all relevant details very soon. I'm also working on a number of friendlies against new, exciting teams to be played over the summer. As always, more news when we have it.

The usual blurb:
- we play on a full-sized astro-turf pitch
- there are spanking new, comfy changing and toilet facilities
- 5 min walk from Archway tube station (Northern line)
- 1 min walk from Upper Holloway train station (Barking - Gospel Oak line)
- Buses 17, 43 and 271 all stop at Upper Holloway train station
- arrive at 3:30 PM for warm-up, tactics discussion, pre-match fags, team pictures, etc.
- kick-off at 4 PM sharp
- full 2 x 45 minutes and injury time + 15 min break
- one team will play in red shirts, the other in blue
- everyone can participate, the skills on display are wide-ranging
- final teams will be announced in the week leading up to the game
- 5 pounds each will be collected on the day
- post-match analysis in the Landseer pub on Landseer Road (5 mins walk away)

if Chelsea cunt their way to the heartbreak of another dream then at least I'll get to violently foul some DiSers immediately afterwards. Not in goal for 90 please (and not in effin' defence when I come out)

after each match, we (i.e. you, ady) make note of whose on the losing team and whose on the winning team and then at the xmas party someone is the winner of "most winning teams" or "most losing teams".

The furniture move I was going to help out with before got moved and I found out yesterday the date's been set to this Sunday morning, so I don't know where I'll be on the day nor when I'll be done.

If I do manage to get free by 3:30pm then obviously I'll hare it over to *scrolls up* Whittington Park, but knowing the amount that needs to be done it's looking unlikely, so I'd recommend the Reds make a contingency plan.

Arthur, I'll text by 1pm on the day to confirm what I'm doing. Sorry to mess everyone about.

think I probably wasn't quite ready after being injured and it all went a bit Vincent Kompany vs Liverpool on my part.

Blues probably just about deserved the win although saying that had it not been for Louis they might not have got it. Nice to see a bit of good old-fashioned controversy around a few goals, as much as I'd have preferred not to be on the receiving end of them.

Been checked out by my gf's sister (oi oi) who is a physio or some shit and my back is pretty much fine but could do with being rested for a while. More concerned about my crotch tbh, lefty is still feeling the full force of Owen's through ball.

Anyway - game was defined by the following: 1) Poor finishing combined with good goalkeeping at one end (utterly ridiculous save from Louis, that might be the hardest I have ever kicked a ball); 2) Risky defending combined with hard graft at the other end. Congratulations to Owen for putting away his two goals. A goal for each pre-match whiskey. Have three next time and you might get a hat-trick. Though it might make your vision even more blurred for any penalties. Sure that went in in the goal you were seeing!

We should have won really on balance of chances, but well done to the blue team.

(Yeah Dan, I did mean that 'miskicked cross' - absolutely convinced you were going for a mad Ibrahimovic-esque overhead lob)

Thought Blues completely bossed the first half; Reds had barely any chances, but Ormsby took his opening clinically after Walley and I got into a Tunde-influenced tangle, and meths floated home a cracker. We played some absolutely gorgeous football - Edd and Duncan pivotal in the centre, Chris dynamic and linking midfield to attack superbly (my MOM), and Ben/Owen willing to do the hard running up front. Jake was nifty, Jack nimble, quick and liable to try ridiculous turns on the edge of his own box (forgiven as this gave our team's victory more morality points) - Lee was solid as a rock and I make no apology for continually giving him the ball and thus overworking that poor right leg of his. Our first-half goals were scrappy but we deserved them.

The second half was bizarre. Reds came storming back and could have put us out of sight at 2-2. Somehow *points to own name on back of shirt, milks it from fans* they didn't, and utterly dispirited by the fact that their finest shots seemed to magically evade the goal, they proceeded to let three goals in (Chris' was a beauty, and at least one of Owen's seemed to come from a ridiculously narrow angle - his ladyfriend is clearly a lucky charm). At which point we decided we'd feel sorry for them and stop defending, which was frankly for the betterment of football itself, and I congratulate our team for its unparalleled magnanimity. Fortunately, we saw sense before it was too late and played the last 45 seconds in relative comfort.

I quite like being up against Ormsby, I've decided. He always scores, but saving one of his shots feels like saving ten of someone else's. I think it's the look on his face after you dare do so

Slightly ridiculous game. Thought we should have been two or three goals ahead at half-time, we played through the Reds repeatedly but our final pass let us down. On the other hand, we definitely lost our shape and discipline in the second half and it’s difficult to disagree with Will that we’d probably have lost with a switch in keepers.

Pretty much every Blue had a good game – everyone worked hard and we played some very fluent, direct football for large parts of the game as well as defending resolutely. Crying out for a tabloid journalist with pretensions to write a narrative of redemption though: Owen and Louis go from missing a penalty and being partly culpable for the first goal to making the outstanding contributions of the match and winning it for the Blues. If only Stevie G had the same bottle.

Fair play to the reds for getting in it and for their keepers who weren't keepers stepping up. I'd have probably only got the one goal (the first rebounded tap in - if even that) against Loui_t or Oenso. No disrespect to them, as I said they aren't keepers and I would be much, much much worse in goal and they still did a good enough job to keep them in it. Even if my woeful decision making with passes and penalty miss did perhaps do them a favour.

Pretty pleased with the CROWD GOING WILD for that one from the angle though. lovely stuff.

Well played everyone, and for being the difference, I'd say a certain goalie needs to be motm really.

I think I was MoTM but I respect all your opinions as valid, although flawed.

Can someone work out the moral score for the game, taking into account how dodgy some of our goals were, the lost ball and the red's propensity towards violent assault when the game started to go against them?